Fiction
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Jelly Roll Morton was who I liked to wake up to the most. It meant that grandpa was at our house and when he came over it meant there were donuts. We loved donuts. My brothers, dad, grandpa and I would sit around the dining table, a nice table, surro...
Capes and Cones for the Clothesma...
On a summer’s day, the type where the sun is up from six in the morning until nine o’clock at night, the heat becomes inescapable. The young man decided to take his only son to the park, a perfect walking distance of on...
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To celebrate our savagery and contempt, as well as my imminent departure, we go to the red light district of Brussels for a Sunday night drive. Unfortunately, Juana rear-ends some Moroccans as we get into a heated debate abou...
New Year's Two Thousand Something
Do you want to read a story? It’s just a little something I wrote a little while back. Just wanted some input, some thoughts on the quality. Just read and we’ll see where we go. Perh...
Super-specifiable-general Relativ...
Through the ecumenical extra-uterine paradise of Bernini's Cornaro shoots an engraved reproduction of the Perpignan railway. Like flies on a quantum of action, with the speed and dexterity of incredible hypocrisy, its caption reads: Genius always mov...
Revelations by Gastric Release
Perhaps nothing seems to make you feel more vulnerable, or perhaps more revealing, than pooping next to a friend. The toilet was a hallway, consisting of four stalls to the left, two to the right. Signs on the walls indicate direct...
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Two elders of the thriving City of Emory, convene at the Live Oak. Sounds of the nearby babbling river add a subtle backdrop to their disputes of urban planning. Slowly a vision for the new metropolis takes shape. Plans for the layout, and for defens...
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have a cup of coffee with me.one, drop, two, drop, sugar cubes sink.dissolve with the swirling of the silver spoonand spoon still stirs after you let go.warm white ceramic cup filled with sweet hot comfortwrap your hands around it and lean in to brea...
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I traveled down one paved road. That black asphalt was resilient and took it's due beating. I turned right onto a dirt road, car fumbling with itself to smooth the transition from pressed rock to loose rock. The dust stirred behind me, swi...
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sunday morning.half past eleven.the preacher is going strong.pews creaking as people shift body weight with each harsh but loving truth spoken.every now and then you hear an "amen" from across the sanctuaryas the sermon goes on, more "amens" erupt,so...
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for a moment I thought I could only see in black and white.I sat down and dropped my head: into my hands into my lap.my eyes hurt as did my head.I opened my eyes and looked at my feet. my jeans were a dark greymy fluffy fuzzy slippers were blurry whi...
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“Fuck”. It was all he could say as he walked to his car, sucking down the last of his cigarette. He squinted and looked at the maze of runways from the top of the parking garage, trying to determine which plane she was i...
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It’s interesting how one night of drinking can end with loss, I said to David. David just stayed silent, leaning against the wall across the room. How did we get here? I asked in an almost rhetorical manner… and now I’m all alone. ...
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I never liked Jono. I liked his car and that he never asked me to pay for gas. It was never about liking him. “You’re a bitch,” he’d say. “You’ll get over it.” He stopped talking when I was ...
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With Every Ring Ne, nah, nah, nee nee, na, her phone cries from in a holdall but she can`t answer it. With every ring she grows weaker but s...
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It was one book of matches, that nearly killed me. It was an accident really. A sad attempt at love on a hopeless night in an empty bar. The name on the book doesn’t matter, nor does the place or the street ...
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The death room was eerily silent. Even when prison officials and medical personnel entered for the conformation and to document the time of death, the silence was not broken. They went about their business unhooking him from the automated intra...
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Well, the sun has burnt itself out. Poof. Just like a light bulb. Shit. What to do, what to do. Hmm… I could call my mom. Though she’ll want to talk for at least 10 minutes. We’ll be frozen by then, I’m assuming. I’ll...
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Imagine an auditorium with a big stage. Then take away the wall behind the stage, so that you're looking through the stage, like a frame. Through the stage, see an avenue - worn, out of touch, faded 1970's decor. The middle of the Ave is the middle o...
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We stand in the hot incandescent light of our T.V. room. We cling to one another on the overstuffed floral couch, the ceiling fan menacing above us. I feel guilty for leaving, but part of me feels that choosing to be apart might be choosing to be apa...
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I shouldn’t have been surprised that no one told me about the start and finish of his murder trial. He had had other trials that we hadn’t known about. One I went to. That one was for his kids. He was going to lo...
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Virginia is for Lovers by William O’Reilly She told them that her name was Maddox and that she came from a plush and dewy horse farm that straddled the banks of a Virginia river. They didn’t care that her farm had twelv...
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As a boy, the young man was full of wonder, adventure, always working on ways to figure things out. He was a quiet child but only because he didn't know any other way to be. He rarely cried or made a scene choosing instead to just go to his room an...
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I knew comfort the first few months of my life. I was nursed in a litter with my brothers and sisters and I knew sound sleep at night. Together in bundles our mother would hold us in her arms tenderly and with such unmoving grace that we thought th...
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I couldn't recall how I got here but this town felt as much like home as anything I can remember. The water lapped in and out against the rocky shore simple and consistent like days into years. Perhaps that's why I kept why I coming back to this wh...
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eightthirtytwopm. the underbelly of the dancing hovel. "Oh it's the Rise and Fall of the Third Reich." He looks at the broken history book slipping from his hands, a decapitated collection of pages and half of what failed to be the protective back...
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